It is the dead of Winter here right now. 

It says –17 degrees on the bottom of my screen as I type this. 

But the sun is out, the snow is white, and the sky is as blue as blue can be. 

I was doing my thing today. 

I opened a file that contained some of my videos. 

Videos from last summer. 

Blue sky, green trees, and 28 degrees. 

I let myself drift for a while. 

I came across one. 

One I do not remember making. 

I may not remember making it, but I know exactly where I am. 

I have ridden this little trail countless times. 

It is next to impossible to explain how to get to it. 

One of the directions I use in my head is, ‘Go right when you see the house with the blue garage.’ 

It is a series of lefts, rights, and roundabouts in the middle of nowhere. 

Then you come around a corner that leads to a Cul de Sac. 

But it is not a Cul de Sac if you are on your bike. 

This little path has so much meaning. 

So much meaning to me. 

Not in any profound sense, but more in a personal mindset sense. 

I find the location remarkable. 

It is halfway in on my way to the halfway part of one of my rides. 

But you see? 

The ride changes drastically once you ride it. 

Once you get to the other end. 

You go from one world to another world. 

You go from one ride to another ride. 

Opposite worlds. 

It is weird. 

Weirdly cool and wonderful. 

I watched it about five times in a row. 

Remembering those hot beautiful, sunny days on this cold February day. 

…But knowing they will be back soon. 

I have always had a thing for ‘The Great Gatsby’ 

Nick driving ‘the road’ from, 

‘East Egg’ to ‘West Egg.’ 

Insert eyeglasses billboard emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’